How to stretch time. Nick Cave’s concrete and profound voice, as well as the first time he saw his love, Susie. Donna Haraway. Artemisia Gentileschis’ baroque revenge-porn & portraits. The recent paradigm-shift into the age of Aquarius. David Bowie’s pearl earring on ‘Drive-In Saturday’. Cyborg feminism. The cusp. Skin-hunger. Hyper, but rituals. Scorpio emotions. Telephone by Lady Gaga & Beyoncé. Totems. Witches. Retrogrades. Pure places. Trashy impressions. Aernout Mik. Lilith, the first heroine . Cut in neon. Bobbi’s long, princess hair. The smell of lavender equals sorrow and sadness in me. The pixels of Tekken 3 and Crash Bandicoot. How to be moved, and get moved. Nymphomaniac by Lars Von Trier. Rupaul’s Drag Race. Heavy tools. Amped up realities. Indulging. Feng Shui. Glam. My pubic bone is the keystone in the Cathedral’s entrance. Female-revenants. Cockroaches. Either things come from a dark place, covered in joy, or things come from a joyful place covered in darkness. Techno. When my aura and pores don't have a shield. Ron Mueck. Winter Journal by Paul Auster. “Subtlety makes you zoom in”. Pseudo visions. Egon Schiele, and his invention of hand signals. Marble. Yielding and recoiling. The prostitute archetype. Authenticity. Bratz-dolls. Metamorphic. Sour candy. Frugal qualities.
If all layers taste the same, you would already, know how the next bite is going to be